Petals In The Grass

Hit And Run

I'll resort back to the womb
And lay fetal in the street
Waiting on my hit and run
Tread marks will cover my body
The smell of burning rubber fills the air
If I'm lucky it might be a DWI tractor trailer
That would do me good
Or a police chase where no one brakes
I've already paid my tolls
Death may wear a beautiful mask
As I lay fetal in the street